Atty stirred, warmth pooling around him as he blinked groggily into the soft daylight. He barely remembered falling asleep, only that he'd been curled up on the couch, exhaustion pressing him down before he could fight it. But now… this wasn't the couch.
The gentle sway beneath him made his stomach dip, and it took a moment for his foggy mind to catch up. They must have moved him. His fingers brushed against fabric—his blanket, tucked around him. But then, something rough, almost like a thick net. His hammock?
He rubbed his eyes and sat up a little more, confirming his suspicion. He was indeed in his hammock, strung up on the patio. Sunlight filtered through the wooden slats, casting dappled shadows across his arms. A warm breeze stirred the air, carrying the distant hum of conversation and the faint scent of salt and greenery. Birds chirped somewhere nearby, filling the space with lazy morning sounds.
